writing class

While I was writing Shelby's book, I wondered if I needed help in the form of an editor. I went to a local book store to find a Thesaurus. A kindly man listened to my need for someone else to read my chapters. He suggested a lady who edited books, along with teaching a writing class. I took her name and after a telephone call, I joined the class of people writing their life's history. In this post, I shall list my various entries, some from my childhood, some from special times in my life and also an attempt at poetry. The teacher complied a book from the writing of us all, using my poetry, which I didn't find especially noteworthy. One entry I am particularly proud of was the day that President John F. Kennedy was shot, Nov 22, 1963. I was working for a Madison, WI newspaper as their librarian. This was before computers were available.